Edward has to get used to his new life as a vampire, and his extra ability that comes with that life. He and Carlisle learn to tolerate each other before fully accepting one another. Please read and review, rated T to be safe.

The pain was like nothing I had felt before. I reached every part of me, not leaving one piece unscalded by the fire. My eyes, my nails, I swear even my hair was on fire. I could feel it all burning. Every piece of it. It never faltered, never gave even the idea of the thought that it was stopping. Giving me an endless realm of torture.

You can understand my happiness when I felt the burning ebb away from my outermost limbs. It continually got faster, the ebbing that is, but it all came to one concentrated spot in my chest. It too was unbearable, but before I could even thinking about crying out – yet again – for someone to take it away, though I had been crying out constantly, it stopped.

My first instinct was to open my eyes, and instinct seemed my best bet. I tried to open my eyes slowly, but the light from the unfamiliar room came into my vision all too quickly. Though I didn't know what kind of light this was. Hadn't light only had one color before? I tried to remember, but all I could remember was a dim lighting, nothing too sharp. Everything seemed dull. It was strange; I remember that my memories had been sharp before…

This light had all the colors of a rainbow. They also had one other color I had never seen before. It was…a unique experience. I looked around; all this was happening rather quickly, and realized I was in a room. White was the main color, though it was softer than white. Almost off white, but not quite.

The next thing I saw was a man. I remembered him from the hospital. I knew he could be trusted. And if I thought he was handsome before, it was nothing compared to now. His features were perfect. His nose was absolutely pristine, and his eyes were the lightest shade of gold I had ever seen. He spoke before the thought of speaking myself entered my mind.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. I wanted to laugh, but couldn't find it in myself to do it.

"Better. Thank you," I said. The words were strained, he didn't mind. In fact, he was expecting it. He nodded.

"He's taking it better than I expected." The words were still ringing in my ears.

"Do most people burn for days on end and come to with a sense of conscious?" I asked, honestly curious. I was sitting up now, staring at the wall in front of me. I got no response, so I looked at the blond man to my right. He was looking at me like I was about to die. I couldn't bring myself to ask that all annoying question, "What?" though.

He shook his head quickly, and once. It was almost too quick for me to fully comprehend. "Excuse me," he said. I nodded my head and he exited the room quickly. I tried remembering him, but could only remember a haze. I couldn't place anything together, and to be honest, it was maddening.

That was when I noticed an itching feeling at the back of my throat. I didn't quite know what it was, but I knew I couldn't make it go away. I tried everything I could think of, and nothing worked.

I didn't know how long I tried getting that uncomfortable feeling to go away, but it didn't seem like long, because the blond haired man – I couldn't remember even his name – entered the room again. He looked at me directly, something not many people did very often, and began speaking.

"You must be hungry," he said. He seemed uneasy, and I couldn't understand why on Earth he would be uneasy. Also, his words confused me. I couldn't feel any aching in the bottom of my stomach, though he spoke of this hunger as if it should have been the only thing I could have possibly been feeling at that time. I gave him a questioning look, and that's when he started explaining.

I don't know how long he had been explaining it, or if it was a joke or not. But it seemed… impossible didn't begin to cover what it was. He expected me to believe that vampires existed, and that now I was one of them. I almost wanted to laugh, but his explanation did explain the itching at the back of my throat. I still didn't want to believe it. All the stories I had heard growing up of these beautiful, magnificent creatures were true? This had to be some kind of joke.

Short, I know, but I need to get it going before anything else happens to it... again. Anyway, tell me what you think of it, I'd love to know your input. :D

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